Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Xu Damao looked at the three Song brothers who were boasting about themselves, and for a moment he felt in a very good mood.

After all, he has been a local boss for so many years that he thinks carefully. He knows that he cannot fall out at the dinner table and cannot dirty his hands when doing things.

Just when I was thinking about the scene where Li Weijun would kneel down and beg for mercy with a bruised face, I heard footsteps outside the door curtain.

Realizing that there were people around, Xu Damao was overjoyed. He quickly spat out the watermelon seeds in his mouth and signaled a few men who were eager to try to take action.

These people were all good fighters that Ma Xuewu had found from the neighboring village. They were very brave and fierce, and because they relied on the fact that they were brothers from the same clan and had a large number of people, they were domineering in the village.

The reason why Ma Xuewu invited him this time was to teach Li Weijun a lesson without leaving any trace.

Seeing a pair of big hands lifting the door curtain, Xu Damao couldn't help but stepped forward and cursed: "Li Weijun, you idiot, how dare you come back?"

After saying that, he suddenly threw the watermelon rind in his hand to the ground, using the rind as a signal.

The men who received the order just rolled up their sleeves and prepared to work, but were surprised to find that Li Weijun was holding a black gun barrel, and he came in after lifting the door curtain as if nothing had happened, and then picked his ear.

"What are you talking about? I'm a little hard of hearing and didn't hear you clearly?"

Gulong...

Xu Damao looked at the pitch-black gun and swallowed his saliva in fear, his face turning pale.

"I say, I say, do you want some watermelon? The best watermelons are all grown by Cantou Village. They are guaranteed to be sweet!"

"What about you guys? Aren't you here to eat watermelon too?"

Li Weijun looked at these burly men leisurely, with a smile on his face.

After the physical fitness was improved, in addition to the two indestructible waists, the hearing was also excellent.

Li Weijun heard clearly what these half-witted people were talking about in the room, and he felt extremely contemptuous of Ma Xuewu's narrow-mindedness.

After all, he is the boss of Can Village, but he doesn't have the tolerance to tolerate others. He doesn't learn from Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu, who are tolerant and great...

"No! No! No! We are not here to eat the melons, we are here to deliver them. Secretary Ma was afraid that we would not be able to entertain him well, so he sent us to deliver the sweetest melons in the village, just in case the projectionist was thirsty!"

The dark-skinned man in the lead, Song Lao Hu, no longer had the arrogant look he had before. He nodded and bowed, speaking in a low voice with a fawning look on his face. The others also spoke in a humble manner, fearing that the brat in front of them would make a noise.

"So, you want to keep this melon ripe?"

Li Weijun picked up a piece of cut watermelon and ate it while looking at the uninvited guests.

After all, the fire stick is useful. Once it is turned on, his eyes become much clearer.

"Keep them ripe! We melon growers, so how dare we pick raw melons? These are the melons from our own fields that have been exposed to the most sunlight. Take your time to eat them. We will go back to the village first, and we still have crops to take care of in the fields."

Song Lao Hu wiped the sweat from his forehead and was about to run away.

But I heard a creepy voice in my ear: "I heard that you pull out a hair every time you kill someone. You are as shiny as a bald donkey. How can you not look like an honest person who grows melons?"

"Comrade projectionist, those are just rumors spread by others. I am just an honest melon farmer. I had a fight with a woman in the village and my hair was pulled out. How could I have the courage to punish her?"

As he spoke, he showed the scratches on his face: "Look, they were all scratched and bitten by that crazy woman. It hurt so much that I couldn't sleep for days and nights. You can't offend anyone but women, especially those crazy women. It hurts so much when they scratch you."

"Pfft, this crazy woman you are talking about could be your wife, right?"

"Hey, Comrade Projectionist, how did you know that?"

Li Weijun couldn't help laughing, thinking it was a pity that Song Lao Hu didn't set up a straw mat under the overpass to chat, sing, and announce the dishes.

Of course, even though they were laughing, the problem still needed to be solved: "Did you beat your wife?"

Song Lao Hu was like an eggplant hit by frost: "No..."

Then he looked at the invincible sharpshooter Song Laoying and said, "I heard that you can hit the target with every shot? Can you scare people to death with just a glare?"

Song Laoying, who had always shown his profile, looked instantly bitter when he heard this.

"Comrade projectionist, I just have a cross-eye, it's not that weird."

"What about hitting the target with every shot?"

"The mud ball is just a spring, it can hit a small sparrow or something like that, and it's always accurate."

As Song Laoying spoke, he took out the bullets he carried with him from his arms and wrapped a few mud balls in newspaper.

It can be seen that he really likes playing mahjong...

"What about you, Song Gongming? You keep saying jingles, scar-faced evildoer, and deadly scholar. You don't mean to..."

As soon as Li Weijun finished speaking, he saw Song Gongming smiling flatteringly.

"I am Song Laogou, the third child of the Song family. I learned crosstalk from a master in the city for a few years. I felt that Laogou was not impressive enough, so I took the stage name Song Gongming to make a living."

"Good, good, good, very good! The tiger and the eagle go, and the old dog stays."

Li Weijun took a look at Song Laogou and thought he was a talented person who might be useful in the future.

"Then we two brothers will go back to the village to take care of the crops. You take care of the old dog..."

After saying this, Song Lao Hu and Song Lao Ying ran away in a panic with their tails between their legs.

Only Xu Damao and Song Lagou, who had no idea what Li Weijun was doing, were left standing there sweating profusely and feeling uneasy.

"What a bunch of bastards! Uncle Ma has hired some low-class people. They all have impressive names, but they are useless when it comes to the most important things."

Xu Damao cursed in his heart and was just about to find an excuse to exonerate himself.

But he saw Li Weijun actually put away his gun with a friendly look, and invited the two men to sit down and eat melon and chat.

Song Laogou and Xu Damao looked at each other, unable to figure out Li Weijun's thoughts for a moment.

After sitting down nervously, the watermelon that I had enjoyed so much now seemed so bitter.

Unexpectedly, Li Weijun acted as if nothing had happened and warmly invited Xu Damao and Song Laogou to eat melon and chat.

However, most of the topics they talked about were about the Canned Food Village and which widow was pretty.

As they chatted, Xu Damao and Song Laogou relaxed their vigilance, thinking that Li Weijun did not hear what they said before, and they were secretly glad.

At this time, Li Weijun mentioned it seemingly unintentionally: "Brother Damao, there is a girl at the west end of the village. She is very pretty. After knowing that I was a projectionist from the city, she came up to me and asked me to bring some things from the city. She also said that her cat can do somersaults. I am not stupid, how could I be fooled by this girl? Don't I know whether a cat can do somersaults or not?"

"A watery girl?"

"Somersault?"

"What a good thing!"

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Xu Damao's ears perked up instantly...